I think that last Tuesday was the only day in the past week that we've been free of a close encounter of the medical kind.
Chances are, you know where I'm coming from: from the urgent care center to the clinic waiting room to the radiology suite, every place we've gone has been crowded with people coughing and looking miserable.
Yesterday's doctor pronounced it "the February Thing," whatever these flu-ey and respiratory plagues are.
I don't even have to announce my name at the Walgreen's pharmacy on Mayfair and North anymore. They just see me coming and start pulling white paper bags with tiny bits of medicine inside and huge warning lists stapled to the outside.
Darling daughter is getting the worst of it now. First a sinus infection, now another infection that's making her eyelid swell and her face bulge. Her twin took one look and, ever the comforting male, asked "That thing gonna stay that way now?"
The best part of the adventure was an encounter with exceptional customer service. Mary at the Plank Road Clinic called all over town to find a CAT scan facility that would a) take us in the evening and b) be covered by my insurance. If you've ever done this, you know how long it can take and how frustrating it can be. She even got the necessary preauthorization for us. It's enough to restore your belief in human kindness.
A coddling weekend is coming up. Wouldn't mind a cuddling one if my kids were inclined to be coddled that way, but we're all retreat-to-our-dark-corners-and-leave-us-alone types when sick.
And I'm hoping that the "March Thing" will be . . .the harbinger of spring. Too much to hope for the real thing.
